And the clock ticks no more - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Couple's Emotional Struggle

All that's yours neatly packed,

all that's mine scattered on the floor;

nothing much to show for a life.

You've taken all that I ever was

and everything that was ever mine.

The life we shared
is now buried in a scrapbook

you choose to leave behind.

An act of kindness I thought

but I die when you say history

should be left between its covers

and then I die a little more

when you say he is waiting

outside to take you home.

I run to the window and watch you

vanish into the darkness of the street.

All you leave behind are footsteps

but soon they'll be covered in fresh snow

and you'll be gone for ever from my life.

I plunge into a pit of silence

with no colours but shades of black and grey.

I drink some more wine and stare

at the rainbow in my palm of my hand.

The road to oblivion beckons

and the clock ticks no more.